“He is a very sane and a very sorry man now,” declared Doria.  “He will come to your hand like a starved bird, signor.”

“So much for that, then; and now we had better turn in,” said Bendigo.  “I’ve always got a spare bunk in the spare room and you’ll find all you want, barring a razor, in the bathroom.  You young men use the newfangled safety razors, so Giuseppe can lend you one no doubt.”

Doria promised that a razor should be in the bathroom early on the following morning; then he retired and Bendigo, who found that he was hungry, descended to the dining-room.  Brendon and he made a meal before going to bed.

From his couch in a small chamber adjoining the older man’s, Mark heard Mr. Redmayne growling to himself in evident sorrow for his brother.  Himself he felt moved at a situation so painful, but was glad enough to know that a few more hours would determine it.  In his own mind he felt satisfied of the issue and imagined Robert Redmayne as detained for a certain period at the royal pleasure and then, if medical opinion sanctioned the step, once more liberated.

He turned to his own affairs and faced the fact that his hope of Jenny grew thin.  The thought of her was now complicated by her position.  He had never considered that in the future she might be rich and possessed of far larger means than he could ever attain.  He looked forward and perceived that opportunity would lie with him to enjoy some private conversation on the following day.  Yet, when the time came, what was there that he could say to her?  The storm had blown itself out and dawn returned before he slept.

With morning Bendigo proved grumpy and desirous to be left alone.  He was evidently much perturbed and shut himself into the tower room with his pipe and “Moby Dick.”  He only cared to see Jenny, who spent some time with him.  It was from Brendon that she heard the facts in the morning when, much to her surprise, he appeared at breakfast while she was making tea.  Doria joined them a little later, but Mr. Redmayne, usually an early riser, did not appear.  Jenny took him his breakfast.

He came down to luncheon and, after that meal, Doria conveyed Brendon in the launch to Dartmouth, where Mark visited the police station and explained the need for further delay.  There was now no necessity for the contemplated man hunt and he let Inspector Damarell learn that the fugitive had been found and would probably surrender within four-and-twenty hours.  He telephoned to Scotland Yard the same information and presently returned to “Crow’s Nest.”  The day was still and sunless with fine rain falling; but the wind had dropped and the night promised to be calm.

Doria landed Brendon and then put off again, going slowly down the coast.  He asked Mark’s permission to do so, that he might make a few mental notes of distances for the coming night.  The raised beach, on which Robert Redmayne had been first spoken, was about five miles off, and Giuseppe suspected that Redmayne’s hiding-place would be found to lie still farther to the west.